The Destiny of the Queen (Inactive)

Game Master The Little King

Cool! And in light of the action a la spoiler..

The following bit of action is occurring AFTER Caltrop does whatever a dog does in this situation

Odd'n falls upon the beast in short order behind the brave pooch, the burn on his skin forgotten in the blood-lust as he punches and chomps down upon the beasty before him! A right is followed by a left, before he extends his neck to nip at the beasts wings..

Note- since I didn't clarify, and seem to be to lazy to remember too, presume my unarmed strikes are doing bludgeoning dmg

With a nod from Bronan, the little ball of fur rushes around the lizard, chomping at its heels.

Bite: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Ref: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Somehow, Gwyn manages to avoid the blast. Her mind races in panic as she draws one of her blades and moves up beside Odd'n. She swings at the lizard, hoping to either scare it off, or keep it from doing whatever it just did.

Mwk. Dussack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"Are you two all right? Have at you foul lizard!" Bronan rushes in and tries to deliver a spikey body check to the dragon.

Swift action to issue a challenge. As long as either Bronan or Caltrop is threatening it, everyone gets a +1 circumstance bonus to hit it.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 11damage: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 2 = 11

There's a rule that says you can aid another with an attack of 10+, regardless of the opponent's AC. I'm just going to assume any attack above 10 but below the AC is an attempt at this, and automatically apply the bonus where it's most needed, and where it can be applied. I'll also keep track of flanking since we're posting differently from the order we move.

The Desert Road--1840

Caltrop bites the dragon to distract it.

Odd'n connects two punches, rending the flesh from the beast. 19 dmg dealt

Gwyn dodges the breath blast taking 6 damage instead of 11, and retaliates with a slash from her dussack. 22 dmg dealt

Bronan joins his companion in distracting the dragon with a bespiked body slam.

Tanwen runs forward and says "Cure" in celestial while touching Odd'n's burns. They glow and mend a good deal. CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Hearing Garret's comment of surprise the dragon half hisses, while under attack "That's a good question, ape! I was wondering that myself! Perhaps the answer will come with your deaths!" With that the dragon spreads his wings, and leaps backward over Caltrop and Bronan AoO to everyone in threatening range to unleash another breath attack, and the opportunistic attacks dealt by Gwyn and Bronan make the dragon's wounds unbearable. In a final effort to subdue his prey, the dragon blasts his breath weapon again REF/FORT DC 14 to cut 15 damage to 8. Breath Weapon: 2d8 ⇒ (7, 8) = 15

Garret fires another arrow at the dragon, flicking off his horn, distracting him.

whew...

Odd'n may as well use the AoO as the thing tries to spring back

AoO: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Dmg: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

The cooling sensation of Tanwens touch on his skin brings a momentary smile to his face before he realizes that she might be inflicting him with some sort of curse. Flinching, he pulls back from her touch before launching a swipe at the beast as it attempts to flip away.

The following occurs after the AoO.. and caltrop..

Fort: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

After swiping at the beast as it tries to disengage from him and his companions, Odd'n moves up alongside Bronan to throw another punch at the beasts body. Unfortunately, his approach is met with another enveloping cloud of darkness that only further sucks the vitality from his body. Flexing his fist in such a fashion to inflict slashing damage upon the beasts skin, he lashes through the cloud to strike at the monster..

Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 1 = 25
Dmg: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Ouch, That still stings.

Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Gwyn once again manages to shield herself form the worst of the blast, but now the pain begins to burn through the adrenaline-fueled haze she had fallen into from the first attack. Instinct and training take over and she comes in from the other side of the dragon from Odd'n. Her blade flashes as she tries to find a weak spot.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 2 + (5) = 12

No reason Caltrop won't take an AoO as well.

Bronan takes the brunt of the blast. He teeters a little under it.

Despite this, the little furball continues to nip at the dragon's heels.

AoO Bite: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 1 = 13Damage: 1d4 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 2 = 8
Bite: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 1 = 24Damage: 1d4 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 6

Bronan's Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Can I propose a question about AoO? Due to positioning (prior to the dragons backflip) one could argue that the beasty didn't move out of a threatened range for some of us, but merely WITHIN the threatened range. Does everyone get an AoO or do only some of us? I might be misinterpreting the rules (and as I've noted before-- I am not totally clear on them). So please, fill me in on these! My @home pathfinder group will appreciate :)

EDIT: @bronan below-- THANKS! :)

It's moving out of a threatened square that provokes (even if it's in to a different threatened square), so everyone who was adjacent to it should get one. The exception is if it took a mere 5' step or made an acrobatics check against our CMDs.

The Desert Road--1840

Odd'n's slashing strike jabs straight through the dragon's mouth to it's brain, killing it.

It slumps over wheezing, "Now I'll never know..." Once crumpled on the ground at their feet, the fear of the beast left them long enough to see it was no larger than Caltrop altogether. Just a baby.

End Combat--600xp each

Something gleams out of the corner of Gwyn's eye to the west. It seems to be an earthen cache of some kind.

Gwyn stands for a few more moments before collapsing to her knees. She curls up tightly, lying on her side and trying to protect herself from unseen assailants. She can be heard muttering, "Not again," over and over again.

Let me know if I go too overboard with this.

Seeing the creature crumple to the ground before him, Odd'n begins to realize the burn still clinging to his skin. Looking to himself, he sees his arms are a deep red all over.

Any concern for himself is short-lived however, when he sees and hears Gwyns distress. Going over to her he places a hand on her shoulder and offers the other to help her up.

Seeing everyone is still alive any concern I would have had disappears replaced by a need to study this dragon. I move over to it quickly examining it for anything worth taking from it as spell components or oddities.

perception to look over the dragon: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
knowledge arcana: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
knowledge planes: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Then I look around for any clues as to how/why the dragon got to this plane.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Well hell, I wish I could have spoken to it for a moment and found out how long it had been here. Or the circumstances of it showing up."

"I've never seen one up close before." Bronan peers over Garret's shoulder at the corpse. "Do you think there are more of them about?"

Doubtful,this one didn't seem to know how it got here so I doubt others are about.

Kneeling beside Gwyn, his hand still on her shoulder, Odd'n lets his mind wonder back to the battle. The noble, Garret, he knew something about this.. beast. He asked how it got here? It didn't seem to know though.. I wonder where it came from & what it was. Odd'n looks to his arms again, I've certainly never seen, or FELT, this before. What did Garret call it again.. an Umbrella Dragon? It's breath.. that was no fire.. it was like.. darkness that sucked the life out of me..

Odd'n looks to Gwyn, still mumbling quietly in a ball on the ground, then to the area around them. Such an odd creature, whatever it truly was. Maybe, maybe there is some sign of how it got here or where it came from..

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Perception to notice anything 'odd', survival to look for tracks

Slowly, very slowly, Gwyn begins to calm down. As the adrenaline rush wears off, she cringes in pain as the beating she took finally registers.

"What did that thing do to us?" She asks, her words slurred somewhat.

Odd'n shrugs, his leathers rough around the raw skin on his neck. "I.. I don't know. It was something.. some kinda umbrella dragon..", Odd'n pauses thoughtfully then turns to Garret. "You seemed to know what that thing is.. or was.. why did we not burn in it's breath? Don't dragons breath fire..?"

The Desert Road--1855

Tanwen gets in range of the injured and channels positive energy to heal them.

Channel: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Channel: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Channel: 1d6 ⇒ 3
+9 HP to everyone.

Garret finds nothing of interest on the dragon. He knows that if this creature was not a native to this land, which it didn't seem to be, it was likely summoned from the Shadow Plane. A ritual which would require a large area and a very great deal of power to do on purpose. Why anyone would go to that much trouble to summon a baby dragon, he couldn't guess.

Odd'n and Garret both see the dragon's tracks coming from the east where the cache was. Odd'n can see that the dragon clearly buried that cache in the dirt. Beyond that, he figures dragon probably flew here. Based on the landing pattern nearby, he guesses from the west or northwest, but that assumes the dragon flew here in a straight line.

I move over to investigate the cache. "Do we want to investigate why or how it came here?"

Feeling the soothing energy wash over him, Odd'n stretches and flexes his limbs-- enjoying the feeling of life back in them.

"It had buried something here.. we may as well look into it." Odd'n walks to the disturbed earth and begins to dig at it with his hands. "Umaveti.. sir.. uhm, what lays west-north west of here? Anything an.. umbrella dragon might call home?"

"Shouldn't we be more worried about getting to Fwey?" Gwyn asks, Still obviously shaken, and hurt, but in control of herself.

Some color returns to Bronan's complexion "Thank you Miss." He gives Tanwen a quick bow.

"It obviously flew in. I don't know much about dragons, but if it was a bird of that size, its range would be dozens square miles at least. Trying to find a roost in that area would take days."

Odd'n shrugs and continues scratching at the earth.

Awaiting to see what is in the cache before continuing.

The Desert Road--1900

As the heroes investigate the cache, the sky deepens in color from a bright to a dim blue, and soon after with a pink streak. As they look, they can see the sun setting behind the rock formations to the west.

Umaveti, after he was certain it was safe, came out from behind his rock and answered Umaveti's question, "To the northeast stretches the Wyrm all the way to it's head, the volcano of Pyralis. There are a few mines, the temple, but mostly forest to the north, and desert on this side. Bronan's right, it would be impossible to pinpoint where it came from, and for all we know, it's a native and this amnesia business was just a ploy. Dragons are tricky beasts, you know."

I cast detect magic while looking over the pile of goods.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Blanket Appraise: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

"I can't quite make out what this potion is though I can try again later."

O'ddns eyes light up at the jewels before him-- wealth he had only ever seen passed between those that used to watch him fight. "Er.... wow....", he stumbles over his words as he picks up one gem to inspect it before dropping it down and randomly selecting another.

Standing up to address the others, his eyes twitching in his skill-- aching to look back down upon the jewels at his feet, Odd'n adds "Uhm.. so.. all in equal share, then on too... Fwey?"

The Desert Road--1900

Only the potion emanates magic, but as Garret said, he can't quite figure out what kind. He does however have a pretty good idea about the value of everything in the chest.

O'ddn gingerly probes amongst the treasures, picking the most colourful stones out to add to the rainbow collection in his large hands. "EEEEEHHHHHEHEHEHEHE!!!", Odd'n gushes with joy upon finding a glass bottle. Standing back from the cache, content with his share, Odd'n plops himself down a short ways back and pulls his prize from his waist band. Unwrapping it slowly, he pauses a moment to admire it before putting it in the bottle. Holding it up, he looks to the others with a simple/stupid smile on his face-- expecting them to be as smitten by his 'prize-in-a-bottle'.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

I presume the feather can indeed fit in the bottle, let me know if this is not the case. The perception check.. well.. it is also assuming its getting a little dark as the sun is setting.

As the sun approaches the horizon, Odd'n takes the opportunity to see how far the glow from the feather can pierce into the shadows.

Odd'n can see that the feather shines bright level of light increases one gradient, no effect in daylight for twenty-five feet, but he also notices that it's already starting to gradually fade.

A tear falls from Odd'ns eye at this revelation.

"are we going to press on for the night or camp here?"

"We should probably get going, there's still some daylight."

Odd'n saddles up his pack on his shoulder before coming astride of Gwyn and offering her a smile. He holds out his glowing glass bottle to her, a stupid smile splitting his features..

I scoop up the rest of the treasure into my backpack to be distributed later, since no one else seems the least bit interested in it.

I scoop up the rest of the treasure into my backpack to be distributed later, since no one else seems the least bit interested in it.

lol

Loading Area... (hehe)

The Road to Fwey--2000

An hour later along the road, the sun has set.

Umaveti pipes up, "So, shall we make camp for the night? Or shall we press on toward Fwey? It's about another 7 hours from here. I can see perfectly in the dim light of the moon, and I slept a good bit before I started my tasks this morning...nagaji are nocturnal after all...so it's entirely up to you."

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 17

"I'm keen to press on if you all are willing." Bronan replies.

"I think I can manage a little while longer."

The Road to Fwey--0000, 9 Desnus 4714

Four hours later, the group finds that Odd'n's feather-lamp only glows in a five-foot radius around Odd'n. The feather even blinks briefly at true midnight. but when the light returns they find they are surrounded by statues of angels with frightening faces...haha, no I'm not that mean

"Okay, everyone it's time, I've been awake for 18 hours, and I'm simply bushed." Umaveti says plopping his pack on the ground, "If someone would gather firewood, I'll start a fire. I know I'll need it so I don't freeze while I sleep...cold blood and all." His voice seemed calmer and more harmonious, it's clear that he's more relaxed and in his element in the dark of night.

Umaveti begins to retrieve his flint and steel and a vial of alchemist's fire from his pack.

im in vegas, but here is oddns contribution for now.. a survuval check to find good tinder and get a fire going

survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

AHH! Not those things! I remember that episode of Doctor Who, and it was creepy, good, but very creepy.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Gwyn, sets out her bedroll and wraps her blanket tightly around herself before going out like a light.

Bronan assists in setting up a defensible campsite. Caltrop curls into a ball and settles down for the night.

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 9

If were are up against those, I hope Tanwen is packing stone shape. Seriously, why did no one in those episodes just pull out a jackhammer?

I know, right?! That's my first thought every time! I guess there's never a sledgehammer around when you need one...and the Doctor does his best not to kill things.

The Desert Road--0000

Odd'n and Bronan have access to the Perception spoiler, and the related grayed-out section of the map.

Sorry work got busy and my wife returned after 3 weeks away so my time has been used up these last couple days.

I grudgingly follow along with the rest of the group getting farther away from my goal of killing the bandit leader with every step.

When we finally settle down for the night I help set up camp and look about. perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Before everyone drops off to sleep I split up the treasure from the dragons cache. Gwyn and Bronan, any input as to how you want it split? You never commented in the discussion thread.

No one will ever have to make excuses to me for not posting. This is a game, nearly everything else in the world (except perhaps, other games) takes priority over this, and I completely understand.

Garret can see very little in the night outside of Odd'n's lamp.